Birdie's POV:
The day of the ball finally arrived. And Lydia was right about the servants being dressed fancy. We were all given a pale pink ball gown — with intricate lace trimmings, and a lovely tule — and cute white sandals. It was quite beautiful, but not as beautiful as the ones Josephine would wear to the ball. For one night, we ditched the scarfs and the drab gray gowns.
I looked at my reflection in the shared mirror, aware of the line behind me. I didn't look at good as I had expected. My skin was deathly pale, and my eyes had sunken in. I pinched my cheeks to try and bring in some color and rubbed my lips hard. Some pink returned to my skin but it still wasn't as good as I expected. My hair was braided — all of us still has to braid our hair as we were still serving tonight, —
